How many times have I wished, in his miserable life, that I could stand where he stands? Kneel where he kneels and take the blows aimed at his back? That I could shield him with my own flesh? If I could have but one power, it would be this.
How many times have I wished, in his miserable life, that I could stand where he stands? Kneel where he kneels and take the blows aimed at his back? That I could shield him with my own flesh? If I could have but one power, it would be this.FROM THE JOURNAL OF LORD ALBERT LOCKWOOD
Slowly, they made their way through the hospital to the mortuary ward at its far end. Silas bore the burden without complaint as Jack hobbled along beside him. Jack heard the crying, a mournful melody, even before they turned down the last dark corridor of the mortuary wing.
